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I wanted to build a fire with our shadow selves and burn there or be erased by the narcotic of limerence when I turned your face into a fire: a love story.
When I send nudes I like to receive a full dissertation on their greatness: a love story.
You said spirituality couldn’t be bought but I felt really holy eating egg salad sandwiches in your apartment: a love story.
THE OCEAN GIVES ME PERFORMANCE anxiety about being at peace. The moon is definitely judging me. Dogs know the truth. Babies see through me. Anything natural, anything pure: judging me.
I guess I’d prefer some cosmic judge thinking shitty things about me, rather than nothing thinking about me at all.
My god is a horizontal god who works sideways on earth rather than vertically from heaven down.
The Internet has enhanced my taste for isolation. It has increased my solipsism and made me even more incapable of coping with reality.
Reality was never my first choice.
If people never become real, it’s harder for them to disappoint you. That’s why the Internet is good for sad people. You can be with people without having to be with people.
Also, he was ten years older than me. For a man and woman, this put us at the same maturity level.
